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Meaning Wanted

August 1, 2012

She doesn’t know why or how or if it’s about the angle she was looking at it, no matter what, the moon looked shapeless. So close to being full but awfully egg-shaped, with all the weird turns and all. One expect it to be perfect, since nothing else is.

4:4 am. Cloudless night. Sahur time. A very soft wind cleans your face while jiggling the leaves of trees in the backyard. One dog is barking and one other answering. With the first lyrics of the morning azan, they all start to howl. The lights on the minarats of the mosque on the other side of the public park are shining in yellow. World is still and beautiful in a complicated way. You’re happy and sad at the same time but know the reason for neither of them. You just want to stay there until it’s no longer dark but light and weather no longer cool but warm. Until your weirdly early waking upstairs neighboor showing up in her kitchen balcony with the fifty rugs that cover the floor of her house to be shaken out being her probably either most liked or disliked daily house chore since the first thing she does in the morning of 6 am is this.

Still, i like her. She bakes applepie better than you can eat anywhere. And i like apple. So i like applepie. So i like her. And she is nice. Just isn’t able to come to this conclusion even after talking about her very ill body for four hours that all she has is hypocondria. Still, i like her.

I need to sleep. So do the punks out there who probably don’t care who hears them or whom they disturb, because they are practically shouting at each other. I think that’s the way they ‘talk’, ‘communicate’ or they’re all almost-deaf, whatever you call it the reason, but that’s what they’ve been doing for the last 3 hours. Funny thing is that i hear them loud and clear, but can’t pick up the lines. God, now they’re listening to radio. Please, just go to your beds.

Anyway, my fourth year in dental school is over and i am officially a fifth year now. Yay. I wrote this sentence for myself, because i still can’t believe that that awful year is over. Tiredness, pressure, profs, tests, lots of patients, scrubs everyday, ditching classes because you’re too tired to go, long lost loving your major, being walking zombies…

just don’t study dentistry, ok? doesn’t worth it.

diş hekimliği okumaya kalkışmayın, olur mu? değmez.

anlam… bulasılara.

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One Comment
  1. you should keep writing moreee :) with loonngeerrr sentences:))

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